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the Roc! Wooo!
My is right (check)
My is low (check)
My is fittin' incredible

it
I guess I got my back
Mama, they I killed a man
Well I guess I got the dagger
It's the Roc we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. Sieg to (what up fam?)
Oschino and and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my
The industry can hate me I thugged my way through
And all..I..need is a chick that hold a
Like Meth and Mary, Marvin and Tammi
Now understands we be stopped
From blowin' Swisher outta candy drops
Like we underground kings, dirty
A nigga been focused since I hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'll hurt me
watch and observe me
And learn how to earn better, I cheddar
I set fire to empire
I blow smoke in your face, rubber off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
G-A livewire nigga holla back

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' (yeah)
chicks by my side, let's ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' (got those)
A day some chicks that wanna play
And be on my way

now
All I in this world o' sin
Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)
I got a two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, in case (uh huh)
A clown flip gotta reach for my bitch
act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the
Now all I need is a high-priced
Cuz foul ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even steal on a muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, a real muhfucka to do
When I'm by squeal muhfuckas like you
But real niggas don't fret cause the one crew?
R to the O to the C true

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' (got those)
A sunny day some that wanna play
And be on my way

The cream too long, my too strong
Bleek is too hot, Beans is
Ya'll in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy [giggle]
Any Sunday gunplay's optional
However niggas want it Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
got hops get blocked go to the hole
Dikembe Mutumbo of rap shit
the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick
Left hand'll 'em like a little past six
Now run along wit'cha little ass
Read my rap nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got numbers
All you muddaskunks get buried in the
When I blast the pump, I you relaxed
In the hospital at MASH for months
Then I dough on the D.A. desk
And scot free and pee-pee on the steps
got no respect
No law or governin' why you wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit'
All need is the R-O-C baby

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the club o' duckets (yeah)
chicks by my side, let's ride
All I
That new (got that)
A doo-rag and a full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna
And be on my way, listen